CHAPTER X.
THE HOLLOW WAY.The sun was descending, and the fields were silent and deserted. Fleur-de-Marie had reached the entrance to the hollow way, which it was necessary to cross in her walk to the rectory, when she saw a little lame lad, dressed in a gray blouse and blue cap, come out of the ravine. He appeared in tears, and directly he saw the Goualeuse he ran towards her.
"Oh, good lady, have pity on me, I pray!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands with a supplicating look.
"What do you want? What is the matter with you, my poor boy?" said the Goualeuse, with an air of interest.
"Alas, good lady! my poor grandmother, who is very, very old, has fallen down in trying to climb up the ravine, and hurt herself very much. I am afraid she has broken her leg, and I am too weak to lift her u
